My Construction Site Nightmare - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

My weak protest barely escaped my lips before he yanked me against him.
His skin scorched mine, sending electric shocks through my body. My fingers dug into his wrist as something dangerous flickered in my gaze.
That night, I melted like wax in his hands—pliant, unresisting, letting Chase shape me however he pleased.
Drunk and insatiable, he took me again and again. By dawn, my body was wrecked—aching, trembling, too weak to even pull my clothes back on.
He had me all night. Relentless.
"Bianca, I'm heading out. If you're too wrecked to work, I'll get you the day off."
Chase Langley looked smug, thoroughly satisfied after claiming me.
As I fumbled with my clothes, he pressed a kiss to my cheek.
"From now on, you're mine. Better remember that." His fingers pinched my chin, sharp and possessive.
It lit a fire in my veins.
"Yours? I have a boyfriend!"
Fury surged through me, and I shoved him away.
Now, with a clear head, disgust coiled in my stomach. How had I been so reckless? So desperate for a man's touch?
Was I really that pathetic?
The unanswered questions only made me angrier.
"So what? You've already given yourself to me. Cheated on him. You really think he'd still want you if he knew?"
"Not your problem!"
"Oh, but it is." His grin turned filthy. "I've seen everything—every curve, that little mole above your hip—"
His words grew cruder, more degrading.
I never expected Chase to grow bolder after what happened. Now he wanted to flaunt our dirty little secret to the entire construction site.
"What do you want?"
"You know exactly what I want, Bianca."
Humming in victory, he strolled off, leaving me seething.
The rest of the day, his threats weighed on me like chains. My work was sloppy, distracted.
Then, that evening, my boyfriend surprised me at the site.
No warning—just him, standing there with all my favorite snacks, grinning like he'd pulled off the perfect romantic gesture.
But guilt killed my appetite.
Curled against him, I fought back tears. I was the traitor here.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" His fingers brushed through my hair, gentle.
"Nothing," I lied. "I just missed you."
Sixty more days. Then this internship would be over, and I could leave this mess behind.
"Missed you too, baby. Soon, we won't have to be apart."
I nodded, shame burning through me.
He had no idea. And he deserved better.
After he left, Chase pounced.
"Break up with him."
"Are you insane? I love him. It's not happening."
His expression darkened. "So that's your answer?"
"Why the hell would I listen to you?"
"Then take a look at this."
With a smirk, he pulled out his phone—and my stomach dropped.
A video.
Of us.
Naked. Intimate. Every humiliating second captured.
There I was, exposed, moaning beneath him like some mindless thing.
Humiliation burned through me. But rage—rage—drowned everything else.
"Delete it!"
"Chase, you're disgusting!"
I knew exactly what he wanted.
Blackmail. Control.
And now, he had it.